Too much I felt

And said I needed mental help,

After all that I'd said,

All those day at the cold, pale moonlight

All my altered vision

My systematic thoughts

Of a pursuit that ended vain;

So you thought I was that -

A painless thought in your bed...

But I caught my breath

Again, all the verbal meaning came

Stroking mw with no sense,

Faking the meaning of my teeth

Here I am

A bleeding soul

Of someone else

That wished too see the stars

That thought he could be free

But that's too much

I see...

All those papers might have sank

In the rainy night.

You faked it

To the shape of a tank;

Thought I had no sight

(Well, maybe, not all of it...)

Well, maybe I felt your soul

Maybe there was something else

Making it's appearance in the corner of your eye

Now die, in blue

Now dry, with the damped soil

Now die, in blue

(With me it wouldn't be this,

With me it wouldn't be this)